![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
It's my own fault for being too lazy to write them down when they had just happened, but now I must relate the interesting happenings of late with the curse of perspective.
On Tuesday the Economics Team had a competition that was about 45 minutes out from school. That means we didn't go to school at all that day until about 3:10, and even then we didn't go to class, we sat in a practice room. That in itself wasn't tremendously exciting, as most of the day was spent taking three multiple-choice tests on micro, macro, and international economics. But! During the breaks...
His name is Andrew (I didn't ask B his last name) and he came around to our table several times, the first in order to greet B, with whom he has been in several shows. They started discussing the question to which B had so violently objected (a long story, one I don't feel like typing at this speed-- suffice to say there was no right answer). This led on to a discussion of economics in general, with a little friendly debate on behalf of the various sides of economic prejudice, with which I will not bore you. He departed for awhile as we underwent the next test, after which I asked B his name and where he was from. St Thomas, I learned, originally from Britain, and apparently all the theater girls had swooned when he was fob and still had an accent (I had noticed a couple of odd vowels, but thought nothing of them, certainly not "Brit!"). Next break he came back and they continued their discussion. Some of our other team members joined in. There were five of us at the table, Jen asleep, Andrew having pulled up a chair, and I occasionally contributed a comment. During the lunch break, our discussion escalated into the philosophical: how to negate the laws of supply and demand (in case you're wondering, it requires Star-Trek-style replicators, a time machine, and an infinite universe). He remarked offhand about how strangely related the conclusion was to his personal philosophy/religion, and I wanted to know how. He hedged about how it was really complicated and would take too long, and I said we had time, was it too personal or did he really think we wouldn't understand? He hastily reasserted, no, in fact we were all crazy-smart, it just required some previous knowledge/accepted, intuitive truths. I said, try me, and he did.
To simplify a story, his worldview is uncannily similar to mine, except a lot more articulate, and small differences in nomenclature or lack thereof (I choose not to call it God). Wow, that makes things sound a lot different than I meant; I'd explain the philosophy (mostly Christian Scientist), But I don't want to try and fail and give you the wrong idea. I'm just going to say that I really enjoyed talking and listening to him, and I really regret the fact that I'll probably never see him again. It's not like he paid any special attention to me, either; he seemed more interested in what Amanda had to say about infinite supply.
Shifting gears a bit, Fi came yesterday and we did Callanetics again (no pizza this time). I'm recovering a little more quickly this time. Oh, if anybody wants to walk around Rice this weekend, come with me. And Saturday is the Rice Chorale concert. Brahms Requiem. Gorgeous. Come, 8:00 free. And buy a PVA Spring Concert ticket from me; It's on April 11. More Brahms, a sea shanty and a famous jazz trio accompanying Chorale, beauteous Rennaissance music and a hilarious parody from Madrigals, and at least one gorgeous song from an ensemble I'm not in. Come on, people. At least one concert before Madrigal dinner next year, at which I'm going to need help.
This entry typed almost entirely (all but the very beginning) in Dvorak. Fear be, I'm learning a new keyboard layout and can type about 15 WPM in it!
On Tuesday the Economics Team had a competition that was about 45 minutes out from school. That means we didn't go to school at all that day until about 3:10, and even then we didn't go to class, we sat in a practice room. That in itself wasn't tremendously exciting, as most of the day was spent taking three multiple-choice tests on micro, macro, and international economics. But! During the breaks...
His name is Andrew (I didn't ask B his last name) and he came around to our table several times, the first in order to greet B, with whom he has been in several shows. They started discussing the question to which B had so violently objected (a long story, one I don't feel like typing at this speed-- suffice to say there was no right answer). This led on to a discussion of economics in general, with a little friendly debate on behalf of the various sides of economic prejudice, with which I will not bore you. He departed for awhile as we underwent the next test, after which I asked B his name and where he was from. St Thomas, I learned, originally from Britain, and apparently all the theater girls had swooned when he was fob and still had an accent (I had noticed a couple of odd vowels, but thought nothing of them, certainly not "Brit!"). Next break he came back and they continued their discussion. Some of our other team members joined in. There were five of us at the table, Jen asleep, Andrew having pulled up a chair, and I occasionally contributed a comment. During the lunch break, our discussion escalated into the philosophical: how to negate the laws of supply and demand (in case you're wondering, it requires Star-Trek-style replicators, a time machine, and an infinite universe). He remarked offhand about how strangely related the conclusion was to his personal philosophy/religion, and I wanted to know how. He hedged about how it was really complicated and would take too long, and I said we had time, was it too personal or did he really think we wouldn't understand? He hastily reasserted, no, in fact we were all crazy-smart, it just required some previous knowledge/accepted, intuitive truths. I said, try me, and he did.
To simplify a story, his worldview is uncannily similar to mine, except a lot more articulate, and small differences in nomenclature or lack thereof (I choose not to call it God). Wow, that makes things sound a lot different than I meant; I'd explain the philosophy (mostly Christian Scientist), But I don't want to try and fail and give you the wrong idea. I'm just going to say that I really enjoyed talking and listening to him, and I really regret the fact that I'll probably never see him again. It's not like he paid any special attention to me, either; he seemed more interested in what Amanda had to say about infinite supply.
Shifting gears a bit, Fi came yesterday and we did Callanetics again (no pizza this time). I'm recovering a little more quickly this time. Oh, if anybody wants to walk around Rice this weekend, come with me. And Saturday is the Rice Chorale concert. Brahms Requiem. Gorgeous. Come, 8:00 free. And buy a PVA Spring Concert ticket from me; It's on April 11. More Brahms, a sea shanty and a famous jazz trio accompanying Chorale, beauteous Rennaissance music and a hilarious parody from Madrigals, and at least one gorgeous song from an ensemble I'm not in. Come on, people. At least one concert before Madrigal dinner next year, at which I'm going to need help.
This entry typed almost entirely (all but the very beginning) in Dvorak. Fear be, I'm learning a new keyboard layout and can type about 15 WPM in it!
From: (Anonymous)
no subject